I tend a cache of cyclones
intermittent and aligned
a merry stash of what’s to come
down pipelines I’ve designed
by focusing on what I choose
deliberately to occupy my day
the cyclones pull in more of same
which saves in every way
the energy required of me
who used to think that I must be
to every toad, dick, enemy
Availing is to help oneself
an Olympian ability
to only that which pleases
with no grave necessity
apart from knowing I’ve these
cyclones in their ever-spinning cages
who spit out and extrapolate
and bring me what engages.
The challenge with cyclonics is
not what to groom or feed them
and even less to worry if it’s
right or wrong to breed them.
From the moment I begin my
day, the little beasts are roaring
hunting down the succulent
and best, they love exploring!
Reports they bring back constantly
of who’s nearby. Their scoring
is impeccable, discernment
they will amplify by tens
of thousands, millions more than
my pea brain can calculate.
They sort my dreams, chase out
the schemes of nasty little grievers
keep my sights and pathways clean
of simpering achievers.
Now, while it may seem difficult
at first to care for cyclones
especially if to doldrums you’ve
accustomed your attention
or to outer storms and conflicts
been addicted, thinking tension
is the answer, well…
I can assure that cyclones
will not bite the mindful owner
wear you out or make demands
except of those to chill and laugh
and flirt a little now and then
and only when you want to!
Once you have them spinning
in alignment they will prove
themselves to be your best
and sole, Good Life provider.
Goodbye to whine, hello merlot,
vast funds, good fun, and travel.
So long, sad sacks, hello success,
new love and friends to revel
with me in the tending and the masterful
suspending of a cache of carefree, endless
whirling, new world turning, cyclones.
© Elaine Stirling, 2014